MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

 Chapter 511 Ranchi’s Happy Community

This afternoon, Lan Qi spent some time to save the Archpriest of Destruction and obtain the three phantoms. In the evening, he sensed that the city-state barrier disappeared and went to the source of the battle in the northwest area.

　　“How dare this **** bully Thalia and **** him!”

 “Just let me out and see if I can kill him!”

At this moment, he was still thinking about the angry female voice in his mind.

When he was in the Northern Continent, Lanqi got a noble pink sacred spell card [Forbidden Curse Seal] from the Helrom Endless Library, and asked [Poet of Love] to combine it with the principles of [Psalm of Compassion] to transform it into New magic—

 With the consent of the target, you can sign a temporary subordination contract with the demon, turn it into your own familiar summon, and establish weak mental communication with it.

 Once it has the attributes of a summoned object, it can be sealed into a magic card by [Fusion Wolf].

In the previous bishop's election, Lan Qi lent the three phantoms to Sigrid, and now the three big demons have become Lan Qi's familiars.

The corresponding problem is that after forming a contract, they will keep talking to themselves, especially Antanas, who is particularly noisy.

Lanqi’s mind is now filled with the sound of her voice.

Although Antanas wanted to provide support first, Pranay suggested to Ranchi that if the problem could be solved without using their power, try not to let them appear. However, Pranay would launch ultra-long-range attack magic when necessary.

 Because if the three of them take action, after today, the enemy is likely to confirm the existence of the three of them at the eighth level.

The three of them have the highest information gap in combat power, so it would be best to hide them.

 Finally, Lanchi agreed with Pranay’s advice.

"Why...you want to trick the Son of Destruction into escaping?"

Hyperion raised her head and looked at Lan Qi nervously and asked.

“The three phantoms are my trump card to go to the Creja Empire to rescue Duke Milaya and Duchess Ifatia. It’s too early to expose them on the battlefield now.”

Lan Qi replied with a helpless smile.

　　　…”

Huberian suddenly grabbed Lan Qi's clothes tightly and didn't know what to say for a while.

 She said so much thanks that she began to run out of words.

I can only keep everything in my heart until one day I can repay him.

 It went on like this for a long time.

 She finally slowly let go of her hand, as if she realized something.

 "By the way...can you let me down..."

Hyperion blushed slightly and murmured.

She unknowingly let Lan Qi hold her for a long time. Salomon didn't leave before, or maybe she just couldn't recover from the fright. Now Salomon has completely left, and there is no reason for her to let Lan Qi hold her again. She did.

 “Can you stand still? Are you injured in any way?”

Lan Qi made no move and just asked.

"Well…"

Hyperion hesitated for a moment,

"I feel... my leg may be a little twisted, can you..."

  She was a little embarrassed to continue speaking, because she doubted whether her lie would be too obvious.

 “Then let me take you to a safe place.”

Lanchi replied.

"Thanks a lot."

Hyperion felt even more ashamed when she heard Lan Qi agree, and lowered her head in response.

 “It’s okay, you are very light and it’s not hard at all.”

Lanqi smiled.

　　　…”

Hyperion should obviously be happy for this sincere compliment, but now she only feels a little scared.

How on earth did he manage not to mention a single word but not leave it at all...

 Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Hyperion simply closed her eyes, leaned on Lan Qi's shoulder, and pretended to have fallen asleep.

 …

 At the same time on the other side.

The central part of the main city of Nanwantina is close to the Southern District. Unrest and uneasiness permeate every corner. From time to time, the roar of the earth can be heard from the far south.

On the streets, sergeants with shining armors hurriedly walked through, and the sound of heavily armored footsteps echoed in the silent night air, which seemed to constantly remind the residents of this town that the danger tonight was not far away. And in this tense atmosphere, a lonely figure quietly walked through the dark alley.

He was wearing a dark cloak, his steps were light and agile, as if he blended in with the night.

In the narrow alleys, dilapidated stone buildings cast mottled shadows under the moonlight, and the intermittent lights on the windows flickered in and out, revealing the residents' worries and uneasiness about this unrestful night. Occasionally, the sound of a cat came from a corner. A scream or the creak of a wooden door panel.

Salomon used life magic to clean the blood on his face a little, not wanting anyone else to see that he was in a bad state at the moment. His footsteps seemed to know the road well, or maybe someone was helping him at the moment. He planned the route, he flexibly shuttled through the shadows, avoiding the occasional patrolling soldiers, and even in such a turbulent moment, he seemed unusually calm.

 Finally, after crossing a street, a faint firelight and a familiar figure appeared in front.

 “Lord Holy Son, please take this path.”

 The high priest who responded to him stretched out his hand and guided him.

Salomon nodded, then walked towards the corner, and once again entered a deeper dark alley.

He has informed this group of loyal high priests of destruction one by one about the next action plan.

 The High Priests of the Eastern District prepared for a final attack.

As for those stationed in the northwest district, when Loren is lured away, they will immediately assassinate Princess Hyperion!

 The Southern District is responsible for helping him retreat.

Even if the furious Loren comes after him, he will give priority to rescuing the civilians whose lives are threatened by the high priests. In other words, the civilians in Nanwantina City are all his Salomon's hostages.

Salomon couldn't wait to see Loren's furious, helpless look.

 Loren is strong.

 It’s a pity that I had to trade my brain for it.

From the story told by Ivanos, Salomon analyzed that Loren is a person who cannot answer multiple-choice questions correctly, especially the difficult question of whether to protect a specific person or a group of people. He wants to protect both sides and is indecisive. Loren will only be able to protect no one in the end!

“Although I don’t know who the guy who fought with the Marquis of Somerset in the south is, Loren, you are too honest after all.”

Salomon smiled maliciously.

Sudden.

Salomon felt a chill in his lower back, and then there was a stinging pain that was about to take all the strength away from his body, and spread from the cold place to his limbs.

He was a little unbelievable.

 At this moment.

The high priest who was following Salomon stabbed Salomon in the waist with a knife.

Salomon turned around in confusion, and saw that the eyes of the high priest who was following behind him were extremely cold, and he had retreated and distanced himself.

"you…"

Salomon trembled in disbelief and half-knelt on the ground.

 What frightened him was not what happened to the high priest behind him.

Instead, a group of high priests walked out from the end of the alley.

 They are all high priests of the Destruction Branch. Today's job is to wait for an opportunity to attack at the right time, and after successfully killing Hyperion, attract firepower and help Salomon retreat.

However.

The eyes of this group of people were chaotic, as if they had been completely brainwashed, and they walked towards Salomon with heavy steps.

 “Salomon, you are so cruel…”

"Sure enough, what he said is right. You just want us to die. Only he will love us."

 “You are an obstacle on the road to our happiness…”

 “You must die here today!!”

Some of them have eyes that almost protrude from their sockets, and their pupils are abnormally dilated, appearing congested and excited. Some of them have eyes and mouths that are as curved as crescent moons. Their terrifying aura and sly smiles are like a group of people who only appear at night. A serial killer will appear.

Under the weak scarlet moonlight, their shadows stretched long in the dark alley. The muscles on their faces seemed to be twitching due to long-term tension. They silently muttered something about "love", "happiness" and "goddess". Each breath was accompanied by an eerie trill.

　　Continue.

 Time seems to be speeding up.

 All the Priests of Destruction rushed towards Salomon who was damaged in the battle like crazy.

Salomon was completely stunned.

What indescribable evil happened to this group of people to make them all like this!

 Salomon's heartbeat was like a drum, his blood was beating rapidly in his pulse, and an invisible fear was spreading.

 No, run away, run to the south!

Since Loren is in the northwest, there is a high probability that the mysterious cardinal fighting the Marquis of Somerset in the south will be the one.

 They shouldn't have fought, because the vampires and the Church of Resurrection are not mortal enemies.

Be sure to spread the news that "Nan Wantina possesses the evil god"!

As long as we can reach the south of the city and find the Marquis of Somerset and the cardinal from the northern continent, there is still hope of survival!

 (End of this chapter)